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Oh Almighty, give me the strength and courage to overcome the obstacles in front of me. Help me become the best man that I can be.
Now’s as good a time as ever
to stop.
to take a moment and affirm “Alhamdulillah” for indeed all praise is due to Allah.
to count your blessings, renew your intentions, and face tomorrow’s adversities with courage and patience.
to relinquish all your anxieties because insha’Allah everything is going to be alright.
to remember that now’s as good a time as ever.
a little late, but always worth it. Belated Eid Greetings to everyone, hopefully it was an amazing one full of remembrance, family, and love — oh and of course, lots of tandoori chicken as well. yum.
May this Eid mark a turning point in your year where we finally make the changes to our character that we’ve been wishing to implement for so long; may we break out of old habits; may we strengthen all of the bonds we hold dear and reconnect with those with whom we’ve disconnected; may we all find ourselves in this world through strengthening our iman and increasing the quality and quantity of our ebadah; may we all be better to one another; may we all stay firm on the right path. ameen.
(via meraa-babu-chel-chabila)
On taking “divergence” to the next level and “whatever happened to being good to one another?”
I just read a short but heavy post from a sister on here on why Shi’as hate Umar (RA).
Before reading this, one of things that would truly break my heart concerning the state of the Muslim Ummah is the relationship, mainly the lack of love, so much misunderstanding, and the general unsavory bitterness, between Sunnis and Shi’as. For a long time I was able to forget the animosity and discontent and believed earnestly that “it isn’t so bad, we (Sunnis and Shi’as) are brothers and sisters united in Islam, right?”
This post was a painful realization that perhaps it is that bad. There is too much bitterness and discontent between the two sects.
I’m not pointing fingers here either. History for so many is justification for the cultured perspectives and no one is to blame and no one is to be chastised. What i can’t tolerate is the hate and the intolerance (and this, i’m led to believe is something that some claim is something encouraged [may God have mercy on us all]). Islamic teachings have taught us that a difference of opinion is permissible, and as such we should be open to interpretations. If someone feels that the Shi’a path is for them, Alhamdullillah, though it may differ slightly from what you follow and believe in, accept it. All we can do is support one another and help each other get to our ultimate desired destination, no?
This brings me to my Shi’a brothers and sisters: I get it, I think i really do. If you can allow me this much to say, please believe me when i say i can understand your point of view. What i don’t get is the constant cursing and chastising of those whom our beloved Prophet (Peace and blessings be upon him) openly and passionately loved (if you intend to start flaming me events and cases, know that what you may reference may be heavily debatable). Now, despite the grievances and possible claims we can make about the interpretations of the past, what isn’t debatable about it is the character of our Prophet (PBUH) and how loving, open, forgiving, and cooperative he was. If we are to learn anything from this test before us that is rectifying the relationship we have with our brothers and sisters from different sects it is that we should be good to one another, i mean truly good to one another. That we should respect one another despite the decisions and possible mistakes the people we wish to emulate might have made. I swear, this is one of the biggest tests for our ummah, if we are to hold the lofty title of “Muslim” upon ourselves this is something that all muslims, Sunnis and Shi’as alike, should seriously consider and try and fix.
Alright, that’s my soapbox rant for the day. If i’ve angered or upset any one or sad anything incorrect, forgive me for i’ve only written this with the best of intentions.
Assalaamu alaikum and Peace be upon you all.
The Bad Boy of the Jurassic #RoyalTyrellMuseum #Drumheller (Taken with instagram)
The Covenant (Taken with instagram)
First glimpse of Lake Louise. Absolutely breathtaking. (Taken with instagram)
Like strangers, except lovers, tip-toeing back to one another in the cover of night
It’s been a while, Tumblr. How’ve you been? Oh, how I’ve missed you so.
Tell me you feel the same way? That what we had was real? That you feel it too?
Can we pick up where we left of? Can we still slow dance to the same tune?
Though, you’re going to have to forgive me if i step on your toes; you see, it’s been a while since i’ve moved like this. I promise though, i haven’t forgotten a step.
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Google: Jules Verne
YES! Jules Verne! it’s incredibly ironic that i happen to be reading one of his works at the moment (Around the World in Eighty Days) and i’ve been going on about him to whoever will hear me only to be received by blank expressions. It’s high-time that Verne gets some attention and credit for his contributions to literature, especially the science fiction genre, it’s well overdue. Leave it to a search engine to make it happen; nicely done, Google.
![more manual mode experimentation.
[the top of floor of the UofC library, basically my new habitat; it’s really my second home. this is what i’m surrounded by all day, and i’m not going to lie: i love being surround by all these books. there’s something about the idea of a person spending countless, sleepless nights copiously pining away at a piece of work only for it to become a superfluous piece of text on a bookshelf somewhere that centers me. oh my, that’s terribly cynical; let me rephrase that. the real truth is i love the idea of being surrounded by written works, there’s something about the imaginative proximity of it all; it’s the placement of a book beside another book that creates a feeling of imaginative vastlessless. a book in and of itself, cover to cover, is a space of indeterminate and infinate space; the parallel sequencing of books thus becomes the process of coupling infinities on a finite plane. if you stop for a minute and take in the immensity of this geographical paradox you can’t help but feel humbled. i really enjoy getting lost in that feeling.]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lg1hw5O6qP1qzwbpgo1_1280.jpg)
more manual mode experimentation.
[the top of floor of the UofC library, basically my new habitat; it’s really my second home. this is what i’m surrounded by all day, and i’m not going to lie: i love being surround by all these books. there’s something about the idea of a person spending countless, sleepless nights copiously pining away at a piece of work only for it to become a superfluous piece of text on a bookshelf somewhere that centers me. oh my, that’s terribly cynical; let me rephrase that. the real truth is i love the idea of being surrounded by written works, there’s something about the imaginative proximity of it all; it’s the placement of a book beside another book that creates a feeling of imaginative vastlessless. a book in and of itself, cover to cover, is a space of indeterminate and infinate space; the parallel sequencing of books thus becomes the process of coupling infinities on a finite plane. if you stop for a minute and take in the immensity of this geographical paradox you can’t help but feel humbled. i really enjoy getting lost in that feeling.]
